To blot out the pastTo blot out the past from my bosom's tablet firm
Ever I try in vain.
The past a burden to all my longings pure,
Silent is my Knowledge-main.
Its golden waves that bear the thrill unknown
I never see and feel.
I fight and fight with Dragon Night,
Long lost my Spirit's thrill.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Agni Press, 1973